Healing Spirit Art

First Frost

2011-10-31T19:11:00.003-04:00


Morning Enlightenment

"Afoot and light-hearted
I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me.
The long brown path
leading wherever I choose."
~ Walt Whitman

Morning comes and brings the light to shine on us all and comforts us with its glowing warmth.

Illuminating the day and our paths ahead, shining sweetly and brightly, like a lighthouse, a beacon greeting us and showing us the way out of the darkness.

Outside my window, frost on the roof glistens and crystals dance and sing the Hallows Eve song. Whispers of early winter are here.

The birch trees are full of golden yellow finches, flying and hovering like hummingbirds from one golden, green leaf to another.

There is a stillness and an air of peace surrounding this time of day, stirring our bodies and souls.


Tombstone, Old Sheldon Church

Our ancestors are smiling.

Forgiveness comes with a happy heart.


Stonehenge of the South, Old Sheldon Church ruins

The Path of Unknown Souls

Across the sea of mystic dreams,
Three ships came in the night,
and moored near marshlands
out of sight.


Old Sheldon Church

This cargo, precious, filled
with darkness and light,
and secrets kept from ages past,
do now, in the present unfold.

For I have seen
the mystery,
and walked the path
of the unknown souls.
~ Teri Leigh Teed


Steps at Old Sheldon Church

The Silver Lining

2011-08-17T18:54:00.003-04:00


Day's End, Lake Murray SC

"O! It is pleasant with a heart at ease

Just after sunset or by moonlight skies,

To make the shifting clouds

be what you please."

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

As the summer season begins to retreat slowly, the temperatures start to lower and bring relief across the South and this nation.

An opportunity to watch the sunset on Lake Murray with family this week brought much joy and happiness. Heaven and Nature were singing, and hummingbirds and herons were in abundance before the Moon rose into the night and cast her golden sparkles upon the waters.


Dock's End, Lake Murray SC

One of my aunts was visiting this week. Mikie is a cancer survivor and we spent time together, walking the edge of the lake and taking photographs. When we were children, we enjoyed many a summer's day together at my grandparents' home on Lake Marion. Mikie has always been more like an older sister for me, since she's only four years older.

As the seasons are changing, so is our world. The human consciousness is shifting to a more positive tune, as our Earth and all her inhabitants are receiving the rising frequencies of love and light.


Clouds Swimming

Being with our families and friends, and living each day with a spirit of love and gratitude, helps us all to ride the wave of joy that is this shift of the Ages.

Spending time in Nature helps reinforce the peace and happiness that is the real spirit of our lives, and our birthright.

"Look for the silver lining

Whenever a cloud appears in the blue.

Remember some where the sun is shining

And so the right thing to do

Is make it shine for you.

A heart full of joy and gladness

Will always banish sorrow and strife.

So always look for the silver lining,

And try to find the sunny side of life."

~ "Look for the Silver Lining", lyrics by B.G. DeSylva

The House of the Trees

2011-07-27T19:00:00.001-04:00


The Path through the Pines

"Ope your doors and take me in,
Spirit of the wood,
Wash me clean of dust and din,
Clothe me in your mood.

Take me from the noisy light
To the sunless peace,
Where at mid-day standeth Night
Signing Toil's release.


Summer Clouds above the Trees

All your dusky twilight stores
To my senses give;
Take me in and lock the doors,
Show me how to live.

Lift your leafy roof for me,
Part your yielding walls:
Let me wander lingeringly
Through your scented halls.


Happy Sentinel at Springdale

   Ope your doors and take me in,
   Spirit of the wood;
   Take me -- make me your next of kin
   To your leafy brood."
           ~ Ethelwyn Wetherald

"A message for humanity from the trees:

Not only are we rooting for you,
We are sticking up for you!"
~ Swami Beyondananda aka Steve Bhaerman
   www.wakeuplaughing.com

In Harmony

2011-06-23T14:56:00.004-04:00


Edge of the Forest, Treetops

"Come join us in the living treetops, where the winds of spirit blow wild and free."

~ Return of the Bird Tribes by Ken Carey

As twilight falls at Treetops, I catch a glimpse out the kitchen window of a lone reclining deer resting under the thicket behind the house.

The wind stirs softly among the edge of this forest, and the hazel, wild cherry, oak and pine trees sway to the melody of the mystical breeze.


Riding the Full Moon

The birds' songs accelerate, getting louder and reaching a crescendo pitch, then like the crickets and cicadas choir, suddenly stop.

Night falls dark and gentle and the whipoorwill calls out whispers of hope, songs of love.

The wind speaks to us, clearing our hearts of fear and anger and bringing peace. Moths, attracted to the inside lamps, flutter against the windows and screens.

In harmony with the Universe, we are all one and drawn to the light.

For a little night music, click on Crickets Choir


Mystic Sunset, Springdale

Bluebirds and Butterflies

2011-06-06T17:59:00.003-04:00


Purple Sunset, TreeTops

"Oh Great Spirit, let me know the lessons you have hidden in every rock and leaf.

~ Chief Yellow Lark

Several years ago I was fortunate to attend a day-long conference given by Ted Andrews. I purchased his book "Animal Medicine" and have kept it on my bookcase, using it regularly ever since.

Lately, signs from the animal kingdom have seemed to be increasing. Maybe I'm just paying attention to them more.


Summer Flowers, Liberty Hill

There is a bluebird family nesting behind our office, and a moon sycamore and a holly tree shelter them. Sometimes, the male bluebird even perches on the windowsill next to my computer and taps on the window just to see if I'm listening!

This morning a butterfly flew right in front of me and lightly touched me with its gossamer wings as I was stepping out the front door of my home. Humbled and intrigued, I looked up the meaning for butterfly. It is a symbol of transformation. Something I did not know before was found on a search on the internet. Some believe that butterflies are messengers from our relatives who have passed on to the afterlife.

This made me smile, for I had been asking my angels for help to speak with my Mom. And then voila! This delightful ethereal messenger greeted me happily this morning!


Angel holding rose, Quaker Cemetary

One of my favorite passages in the Bible is about angels and messengers. "Be ever mindful of strangers, for sometimes we have entertained angels unaware."

May you be filled with transformative moments of peace and joy, and may the bluebird of happiness come to nest at your home!

Namaste.

Happy Birthday Mom

2011-05-10T18:01:00.003-04:00

Pathway to Fairyland

This past weekend my Mom's belongings were moved from her home to mine, completing another chapter as our family copes with her passing suddenly last October. I am so grateful for the beautiful, loving relationship I shared with my Mom. Now, opening these boxes of memories is like a gift she gives me each day.

Bereavement is a process that is unique to each person. So I allow myself time to grieve and heal, and remember each day to take good care of myself. Taking care of ourselves benefits everyone! When we are feeling good, we can radiate our love much easier.

Spring Fairy Flowers

So in honor of my Mom's birthday, here is a special poem.

"Mother's Day Thoughts"

You filled my days with rainbow lights,
Fairytales and sweetdream nights,
A kiss to wipe away my tears,
Gingerbread to ease my fears.

You gave the gift of life to me
And then in love, you set me free.
I thank you for your tender love,
For deep warm hugs and being there.

I hope that when you think of me
Mother, wherever you might be,
A part of you
You'll always see.
~ Author Unknown

Crossways

The Power of One

2011-05-02T15:56:00.002-04:00

"You must be the change you wish to see in the world." Ghandi

Mockingbird in the Holly Tree

Everyone has a special purpose on this Earth. A random act of kindness can prompt that memory of one's life mission, and so this simple gesture of goodwill can and does reap remarkable results.

Think about the times some unknown soul helped you by opening a door when your arms were filled with groceries or packages. Or the shopkeeper who kept his doors open just in time for you to purchase a gift for a friend's birthday. Or the kind lady who let you in front of her on the interstate in 5 o'clock traffic.

Sunset on the Ridge,
TreeTops

These are just a few of the countless examples of kindness that happen every day, under the radar of the daily news reports. Being thankful begets this type of behavior, and in turn kindles the flame of this wonderful pasttime.

If our words can change a drop of water, just imagine how our acts of kindness influence the lives of strangers? A single thought can influence mass consciousness in a positive and life changing way.

Just for today, let us join together and re-member our world as it truly is meant to be.

Pilgrimages of the Heart

2011-03-17T19:57:00.001-04:00

Angel Playing the Harp

"Whereever you go,
Whatever you do,
May the Angels watch over you."

Between the completion of my masters degree thesis and taking final exams, I spent three months living in a bucolic Irish hamlet just outside of Dublin.

In the mornings, the soft bleating of sheep in the pastures next to my house awakened me. And at night, depending on the weather, I would open the upstairs bedroom window and gaze at the planetarium of stars twinkling above and all around me.

Recovering from a vigorous bout of bronchitis, this time spent in this idyllic countryside was my therapy. For exercise I walked the undulating green grass oval at Punchestown Race Course.

I was forty when I received my passport and took my first flight to England on my own to attend Royal Ascot and the Irish Derby. I returned the next year for a career change, and lived in London for two years while obtaining my masters degree.

Living on one's own in a different land has challenges each day, and in embracing those challenges, I found out about myself.

Peaceful Spirits

2011-02-01T18:12:00.001-05:00

Mom Walking the Labyrinth

"To live in hearts we leave behind
is not to die."
Thomas Campbell

It's been a while since I posted a story on my blog. Last year was quite challenging for many. In the last year I've started a new job, moved, been through therapy for back problems, and had my car stolen. The biggest challenge of all though was losing my best friend, my Mom, suddenly last October. And then losing her sister a few weeks later.

One of my Mom's favorite verses was "To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under Heaven." And so here we are in a different season, walking our own labyrinths here on Earth, and calling upon the Spirit of Peace to live on in our hearts and minds.

May you be blessed with all the good Spirits, and walk on with love in your hearts. That's what my Mom would want for all of us. And I know she would want me to continue to write, so that is a promise I am keeping in her honor. For she was my biggest and most loyal supporter.

Not long after Mom passed on, a client came into my office. She told me she had lost her own mother just a few years ago, and that one day in the midst of her grief, she asked out loud "who's going to love me like you did?" And she heard the quick and gentle reply, "You will."

And so love lives on in each and every one of us, everlasting, unconditional, within us and all around us, encircling us. For now and forever. Bless us all.

Changing of the Guard

2010-07-22T17:51:00.001-04:00


Illuminated Spirit Cloud

"... there is an influence which is getting stronger and stronger day by day, which shows itself more and more in all departments of human activity, an influence most fruitful and beneficial -- the influence of the artist." Nikola Tesla, 1897

The past four months have been a whirlwind of change for me. So many wonderful opportunities have presented themselves and the planets have aligned to bring closure and new beginnings all at the same time.

Wings of the Dove Cloud by Teri Leigh Teed

A change of venue has brought more creative inspiration from a new landscape. More stories and photographs are being compiled and the Nature Spirits fill my heart and soul with their songs and dances.

Everything is in Divine Order.

It's good to be writing again on my blog. Stay tuned, more to come!

Mystic Lake by Teri Leigh Teed

Awakening Spring

2010-03-07T11:59:00.004-05:00


Carolina Sunrise in the Pines

"In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love." ~ Marc Chagall

From the depths of Mother Earth, Spring is awakening in the Carolinas. The bulbs are pushing their way up into the light of day, and the trees are showing buds on the ends of their branches.

Each sunrise brings another day of promise of the heralding of the change of seasons. As the sunlight spreads warmth and joy across the South, it sends a spark of happiness through the land and her human, animal, plant and mineral kingdoms.

Whenever I travel the landscape is always something I notice. And I've noted that the changes in landscape during the seasons reflects the time my body changes its own internal rhythm.

As we embrace the changes in life, we become complete. Just as Mother Earth does.

"What is the South?"


Angel of the Pines

I have seen the future, and it has wings.

Look South, and behold the glory.

What is the South?
A legacy of hope and endurance,
gleaned from centuries of struggle, and courage.

A healing place,
A place of beauty and grace, and a nurturing
gentleness to the land,
which is most often reflected
in the hearts of her people.

A place
where dreams are born,
and shared,
and live on in her legacy.


Timeless Lane

A place
where the ghosts of the past
meet the souls of the present
and the future,
and converge in a timeless,
elegant dance.

A place
where respect for the land,
family and traditions,
flows like her rivers
from the mountains to the seas.


Cathedral

Go within, go South
and there you will find her,
Ever present, ever green,
Evermore.

by Teri Leigh Teed

Our World of Light

2010-02-17T22:33:00.010-05:00


Winter Sunset, Lake Monticello SC

"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we would find it not."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

In the course of my life, I've been blessed to travel and spend time in some beautiful places. The special places are always the ones that leave an indelible mark on us.


Almost Winter Solstice Sunset, Lake Monticello

Perhaps it was a special sunset or sunrise, or maybe it was a delicious meal enjoyed at a one-of-a-kind cafe.

When one is far away from home, the most beautiful things are not always the scenery; sometimes its the hospitality of a new found friend.

Travel has a way of broadening one's horizons and opening the soul to a myriad of experiences that otherwise would have been missed in life. And I believe it is an education worth pursuing.

So much so, that eleven years ago I left a job in the corporate world and moved to London on my own to study for a masters degree.


Sunset at Chateau d'Ouzilly

My Mom once told me that once you move away from home, then the next moves are much easier. She's right.

Seeing sunsets and sunrises is a good thing to observe, especially in our daily routines. It brings a balance to our spirits, and a grounding to our souls.

And sometimes when we return home, we find a special place, a special moment when we least expect it. With new eyes, we see our familiar world in a different light.

"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." ~ Marcel Proust

Love Everlasting

2010-02-14T20:23:00.011-05:00

In the past few days two dear friends of mine have passed on.

Both of these kind souls lived life to the fullest, and leave a lasting legacy of love and hope. And keeping the faith.

In their honor, I dedicate these verses to them.

"Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.

And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;

Does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;

Does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part.

But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

When I was a child I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

And now abide faith, hope and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love."

~ 1 Corinthians 13

May the loving energy of this special day, St. Valentine's, surround you and fill your hearts with peace and joy.

"Death is a challenge
It tells us not to waste time
It tells us to tell each other
Right now, that we love each other."

~ Leo Buscaglia, American writer and teacher (1924-1998)

Chiaroscuro in the South

2010-02-11T18:37:00.016-05:00

"Darkness can not overwhelm the world so long as Light continues to radiate by reflection from the hearts and minds of all who dedicate themselves to this high purpose."

~ Major Wellesley Tudor Pole - mystic, author and founder of the Chalice Well Gardens at Glastonbury

In the art world, chiaroscuro means the contrast between light and dark. Carravaggio was a master of this genre of painting, as was Rembrandt.

With dark backgrounds surrounding the illuminated faces of their portraits, perhaps the artists were representing all of humanity's issues dealing with our Higher and Shadow Selves.

Chiaroscuro always seems to come to mind for me this time of the year. Sunsets can seem hauntingly surreal in the winter months. And as the myths and legends of many cultures attest, the darkness seems to surround us and yet the light still draws near as if to say, "come and see, there is light everywhere, even in the darkest hour!"

As we embrace our fears and accept and love ourselves just the way we are, we allow the changes, the light to shine through us. And as Nietsche said, we must have chaos to give birth to a shining star.

And as we continue to evolve, we become as Adrian Cooper says, "Homo Sapiens" to "Homo Spiritus" t0 "Homo Luminous".

From the Sunny South, with light to you and yours. You are a shining star!

The Magic of Clouds

2010-02-08T14:40:00.009-05:00

"All that surrounds us is maintained by nature spirits. Though invisible to humans, they are the true cause of all that is beautiful in nature." ~ Rudolph Steiner

Wonder is all around us. Just gazing upwards during our comings and goings of the day can bring us inspiration.

All afternoon yesterday, the clouds were busy overhead creating their millions of masterpieces. With the help of the Wind and the Sun, the magical orchestration continued into the twilight.

A kaleidoscope of colors ranging from soft watercolors to dramatic darker hues creates the tapestry of cloud portraits. Snapshots that change second to second, ever illuminating our minds and souls.

Bridging the thoughts between Earth and Sky, the clouds remind us of the infinite possibilities of our creative abilities.

Even in the darkness of a rainy day, the clouds remain, to connect us with Spirit and enfold us with love.If we ever need to connect with our Higher Self, we need only to take a moment to look to the skies. And behold the magic of the clouds.

To Haiti, With Love

2010-02-05T20:33:00.011-05:00

"The night is the mother of the day,
The winter of the spring;
And ever upon old decay
The greenest mosses cling.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall,
For God, who loveth all his works,
Has left his hope with all."

~ John Greenleaf Whittier

Last weekend my mother brought me a gift -- a small wooden plaque displaying a poem given to her by her great grandmother. The poem is entitled "The Silver Lining".

In 1909, James Mudge compiled a beautiful book called Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul, and "The Silver Lining" is within its pages. Probably penned before the end of the 19th century, the author is unknown, which only adds to its mysterious appeal.

In the preface for his book, Mr. Mudge says:

"Poetry is of the very highest value for the inspiration and guidance of life, for calling out the emotions and opening up spiritual visions. It carries truths not only into the understanding, but into the heart, where they are likely to have the most direct effect on conduct."

Mudge listed "The Silver Lining" under the section HOPE - Progress, Optimism, Enthusiasm. Stating his collection of verses was those "which would have intrinsic spiritual value and elevating power; those whose immediate tendency would be to make people better.... words that would send the spirit heavenward, or even earthward with any added love for humanity..."

In honor of all the brave Haitian souls -- those who have passed on and those who survived the earthquake -- I offer this poem along with a few others for you. Someone once told me "your thoughts are prayers, and they are heard and responded to". So my thoughts of love, peace and healing are with you, dear brothers and sisters of Haiti. No man is an island. We are all One.

"THE SILVER LINING" (author unknown)

There's never a day so sunny
But a little cloud appears;
There's never a life so happy
But has its time of tears.
Yet the sun shines out the brighter
Whenever the tempest clears.

There's never a garden growing,
With roses in every plot;
There's never a heart so hardened
But it has one tender spot.
We have only to prune the border
To find the forget-me-knot.

There's never a sun that rises
But we know 'twill set at night;
The tints that gleam in the morning
At evening are just as bright.
And that hour that is the sweetest
Is between the dark and light.

There's never a dream so happy
But the wakening makes us sad;
There's never a dream of sorrow
But the wakening makes us glad.
We shall look some day with wonder
At the trouble we have had.

*** *** ***

"Let us believe,
That there is hope for all the hearts that grieve;
That somewhere night
Drifts to a morning beautiful with light..."
~ Frank L. Stanton

Keepers of the Flame

2010-02-02T10:34:00.008-05:00

Today is St. Brigid's Day, and in her honor I purchased some handmade beeswax candles from a unique local shop called "The Unexpected Joy".

These special golden hued, honey scented candles are lovingly prepared by the female monks of Saints Mary & Martha Orthodox Monastery, a Russian Orthodox monastery in Wagner, South Carolina.

Having once lived briefly near Kildare, Ireland, where Brigid's well is found, I feel a special kinship with this goddess and saint.

According to legends, if you leave a ribbon or strip of cloth outside your home draped over a tree limb or shrub on the eve of Brigid's Day, she will bless the cloth with her special healing powers during her nightly rounds.

As the Keeper of the Flame, tending the fires of the hearth is one of Brigid's attributes. In Celtic myths, she is also the goddess of poetry and healing. Bringing us her gifts of light and inspiration, she helps us celebrate the start of February, or Imbolc.

While visiting Scotland almost a decade ago, I happened upon an intriguing antique shoppe in the little village of Ballater. Amongst the shelves was a tea set, in almost mint condition. The dainty pale yellow colored tea cups were adorned with an unusual floral pattern -- apple blossoms. Today they hold a place of honor in my tea cabinet at home.

At that time, I did not know the Druid myths about Brigid. That she was said to own an apple orchard in the Otherworld and her bees brought magical nectar to Earth. I only knew that there was something special about the little tea cups that urged me to purchase them and carry them across the Atlantic Ocean.

So in honor of Brigid, I light a beeswax candle to keep her flame bright and continue the light. And inviting friends and family to drink a cup of tea in one of her special tea cups, I distribute her healing cloths.

Reminding us in the midst of winter that spring is on the way, Brigid brings us hope. May her healing light and love bring the same to you and yours.

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all." ~ Emily Dickinson

Peace in the Clouds

2010-01-03T22:40:00.013-05:00

"If there is light in the soul,
there will be beauty in the person.

If there is beauty in the person,
there will be harmony in the home.

If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nation.

If there is order in the nation, there will be peace in the world."
~ Chinese Proverb

The cold air has come to visit the South this month, and we are very glad for our sunny days as the temperatures dip. One of the blessings of living in the Carolinas in the winter months is the abundance of sunshine.

Another wonder of Nature that blesses us is the magnificent display of cloud formations. In the cities and in the countryside, there is a work of art in every bit of sky.

Which reminds me of a remarkable book called Of Earth and Sky, Spiritual Lessons from Nature, compiled by Thomas Becknell. In Michael Tlanusta Garrett's contribution,"Owning the Sky", Cherokee children are taught to "lie down on Mother Earth and look up at the sky" to help resolve conflicts about ownership of objects. It is the Cherokee's belief that the cloud people can speak to us, children and adults, in a variety of pictures and shapes.

As the Chinese proverb above suggests, living in harmony with each other is a process involving every part of the Universe. And as Dr. Garrett says, "True wisdom comes to us when we let go of the attachments that bind us and draw upon the sacred Medicine of all our relations."

May the beauty of the clouds and their messages bring you a peaceful and light filled focus in this New Year.

The Goodwill Season

2009-12-29T18:36:00.025-05:00

"The nutmeg has a great warmth in its powers. And if a man eats a nutmeg, it opens his heart and gives him a good, clear mind.

Take nutmeg and in the same weight cinnamon and some cloves, and pulverize all. Make tartlets with this powder, with flour and a little water and eat them often.

It will damp the bitterness of the heart and clean the dull senses, and it makes your spirit happy and reduces all bad humors in you and will give your blood a good humor and makes you strong." ~ Hildegard von Bingen

This past month has brought many blessings. Travelling through my home state has opened my eyes to the beauty of this season. Solstice, Yule, Christmas, and the upcoming New Year bring their familiar celebrations to us here in the South.

Spiced tea, eggnog, and my Mom's colorful and delicious cookies add good cheer and happiness. Delivering gifts to friends on Boxing Day is always a delight.

Mother Earth is once again changing her wardrobe. Walks along the old ricefields in Middleton Place have gifted me with muted photographs of winter, spiced with the colors of nutmeg, cinnamon and cloves, along with a little ginger.

Truly a season of peace on Earth, goodwill toward men.

Spirit of the Lake

2009-12-10T17:54:00.020-05:00

At One

Closing of the Day

"May there always be an angel by your side." ~Blessing~

Sunsets over Lake Monticello are dramatic pieces of art this time of year.

Often overlooked by nearby Columbians even though it is just a mere 25 minutes drive north of this city, this clear and tranquil lake offers a peaceful respite and beautiful photo opportunities.

The drive up Highway 215 is full of rolling hills and heavily wooded scenic views.

On a recent visit, the sunshine was attempting to push through ethereal cloud cover over the lake, and provided a glimpse of the light blue colored sphere hovering over the surface.

Could it be the Spirit of the Lake? Let your intuition be your guide.


Spirit of the Lake

A Sunny Thanksgiving Day in the South

2009-11-26T16:55:00.013-05:00

"Thanksgiving is a day of great power. There is enormous strength derived from family and friends uniting together everywhere in prayer and celebration to give thanks to the Divine for the gifts and good fortune in their lives."

~ Gary Scott

Today is Thanksgiving Day in the United States. It's a time of getting together with our family and friends, dining together, and giving thanks for everyone and everything.

I am grateful that today has been a beautiful, sunny Fall day. Golden, red, and brown leaves have cascaded and draped our streets and lawns with Autumn's rich palette. The temperature has hovered in that comfortable, walking weather that so typifies this time of the year in the South.

So after having a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, my Mom and I took a walk along our city's century plus aged canal beside the Broad River. The mighty river was much more subdued than it was a few days earlier after the heavy rains. The dam is still overflowing like a waterfall, though, and provided a very peaceful, and healing experience just listening to it's roar.

And then we stopped by the Lutheran Seminary and walked the labyrinth. All the time, counting our blessings for so many things. This labyrinth is one of 24 in South Carolina and it is based on the original one located in Chartres Cathedral, France, also known as a Medieval style labyrinth.

Walking a labyrinth is part of a pilgrimage. And Thanksgiving is part of a spiritual feast as well as a physical one. So it seems fitting that one of the symbols of Thanksgiving is a cornucopia, which reminds us of abundance in our lives.

"The angels are pouring a cornucopia of prosperity upon you and your life, and ask that you open your arms to receive. Some treasure will come in the form of brilliant ideas, and others as opportunities. With great love, the angels will work with you to realize your highest dreams and to bring miracles into your life." ~ Doreen Virtue

So wherever you are today, please take a

moment to be grateful. Your kind thoughts will be held in the great cosmos and bring light to us all.

Wishing you an abundance of peace, love, and light.

Change of the Sun

2009-11-14T12:31:00.007-05:00

"The Maya, during the nights of darkness,

never lose their fire which will be the torch

that illuminates the long night
before the new Sun comes."

~ Mayan Grand Elder "Wandering Wolf"

A few weekends ago I spent some time admiring the sunset at Lake Monticello. At this time of year the sunsets are very inspiring, and reminded me of the process our Earth is going through now.

The Maya call this time process now a "Change of the Sun". There is an inspiring group of film makers preparing a movie called "2012 and the New Sun" based on this thought. Please take a look at a preview on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcaez8jn2Zg

Following the Sun, Moon and planets in our solar system is a way to enrich the wonder in one's life, and assist in charting one's course. Mariners have used the stars for centuries to chart theirs.

One of the most detailed websites for this adventure can be found at http://www.lunarplanner.com/.

"The stars would not be in the heavens if we were meant to walk in darkness" ~ Nick Anthony Fiorenza, author of Lunar Planner

Mr. Edward's Garden

2009-11-10T19:57:00.008-05:00

"Kind hearts are gardens,
Kind thoughts are roots,
Kind words are flowers,
Kind deeds are fruits."
~English Proverb~

It's the eve of Veteran's Day and Mr. Edward's garden is full of falling leaves. A living testament to a fallen hero.

All Hallow's Eve has come and gone. The crepe myrtle sparkles in her orange hues, and the wise old oak tree is full of mistletoe. The Bird Tree's oversized leaves have turned a shade of parchment and are strewn across the yard. A small, fuschia colored rosebud clings to the Fairy Rose bush.

The first flower on the pink Camellia bush is already popping open. Next will be the familiar red, then the light pink, and finally the white Camellias will come alive. And soon the gardenias will add their familiar fragrance to this annual homecoming.

To everything there is a season, and Mr. Edward's life season came to an end this past Sunday morning. He gave over twenty years of his 89 years in life to military service for his country. And now, on Veteran's Day, he will be laid to rest.

Seven tall pine trees stand like sentinels, ready to guard Mr. Edward's garden. The buckthorn keeps watch along the fringes, and the wisteria climbs over the wooden fence and clings to safety. The whitewashed brick wall is adorned with a new sprig of green ivy. A few hickory nuts fall over the fence and are quickly stashed away, along with the hundreds of acorns, by Zig Zag the squirrel and her family.

Nine Rose of Sharon bushes have begun to shed their golden leaves, and the sole surviving bulb of his beloved Canna lilies is in full red-bloomed splendor.

His beautiful garden, so lovingly attended to during his tenure here on Earth, is now in the waning times of Autumn, readying itself for Winter.

To sleep, perchance to dream. And to wait for the daffodils that will come again.

God bless you, Mr. Edward. I shall light a candle for you, and miss your kind and gentle soul.

1st Sgt. Edward Woodrow Tillery, U.S. Army (Ret)

Veteran of WWII and Korean War

1920 - 2009

Rest In Peace

Autumn's Light

2009-09-20T18:52:00.008-04:00

"May there be peace in the North;
May there be peace in the South;
May there be peace in the West;
May there be peace in the East.
May there be peace throughout the whole world."
~ Druid Blessing ~

In just a few days the Autumn Equinox will be here in the Northern Hemisphere. And tomorrow will be the U.N. International Day of Peace.

This has always been a favorite time of the year for me, and many honor the festival of Mabon (September 22) as the balance of light and dark. It is a time of reflection, and honoring our harvests.

Peace begins within each of us, and then extends to our neighbors and our world. One global event honoring this equinox is Solar Wave 2009, which suggests an Equinox sunrise service followed by your choice of community service. www.kachina.net/~alunajoy/solarwave2009.html

One of my aunts sent a link to a talented Ukranian artist drawing with sand and light. In honor of the Green Man, please take a look and enjoy. www.youtube.com/watch?v=518XP8prwZ08feature=player_embedded

Living a Rich Life

2009-09-09T10:22:00.005-04:00

"Get to work, Lightworker! The world needs your Divine life purpose right now. Fully embark upon your sacred mission without delay or hesitation." ~ Doreen Virtue on the angelic meaning of the number sequence "999"

Today is 9-09-09. What makes your life rich?

Just for today, think in terms other than monetary. Like taking a walk under a shady canopy of trees, or sharing ice cream with your best friend. Or getting a phone call from a family member who is far away, just because they want to make sure you are alright and to tell you they love you. Or snuggling with your cat or dog and feeling their unconditional love pour over you like a warm blanket.

Spending time in meditation is helpful for us to live in the present moment. Lighting a candle and holding the intent to send love and light into the world goes a long way.

There are really only two emotions on this planet -- Love and Fear. And we have the free will to choose each moment of each day which one we will serve.

Wishing you a life filled with richness, and love and light to guide you always.

Invoking the Light

2009-09-06T19:11:00.012-04:00

A few years back I found a beautiful invocation on the internet and saved a copy of it. Yesterday I saw the same invocation again so felt the urge to share this meditation here.

The Great Invocation is an ancient and powerful prayer, and using it daily aids in personal and planetary positive transformation. It is a prayer recited worldwide by people of different faiths and it belongs to everyone.

So here's to bringing the Light to you and yours. And to peace and goodwill on Earth. And before the invocation, please sit back and relax and watch this inspirational video, "The Conscious Army - Love is the New Religion." www.youtube.com/watch?v=89FNX7v3Zls

THE GREAT INVOCATION

From the point of Light within the mind of God
Let light stream forth into the minds of men
Let Light descend on Earth.

From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let love stream forth into the hearts of men
May the Christ return to Earth.

From the centre where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide the little wills of men
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.

From the centre which we call the race of men
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.

Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.

Ganesha, Novenas and Opening Doors

2009-08-23T16:33:00.010-04:00

Spirit sends us messages every day, and in the most amazing ways.

Yesterday I received an email from a friend that contained a novena attributed to Mother Theresa. The novena says, "No matter how much your enemies try this year, they will not succeed. You have been destined to make it and you shall surely achieve all your goals this year... all your agonies will be diverted and victory and prosperity will be incoming in abundance."

The timing of the arrival of that message was serendipitous. While eating lunch at my favorite local Indian restaurant yesterday, one of my fellow diners remarked that today is the Festival of Ganesha.

Curious to know more about this festival, I looked for references to Ganesha in my library at home. Harold Bayley, author of "The Lost Language of Symbolism" writes "The Indian Ganesha, represented either as an elephant or as a man with an elephant's head, is invoked as the vanquisher of obstacles by Hindoos of all sects at the outset of any business: the name resolves in ag an, the Great One Isha."

It is traditional on this festival to offer prayers to Lord Ganesha to remove all obstacles on your spiritual path, and to ask for blessings of inner strength to attain success in all your endeavors.

Which reminded me of a Christian tenent, "Ask and it shall be given you, seek, and ye shall find; knock and the door shall be opened unto you."

In honor of Ganesha, Mother Theresa, and all liberating, peaceful thoughts, here's an enlightening and entertaining video to brighten your day.

From Duirwaigh Studios .... "A Knock at the Door." www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4CG18FPCj0&feature=related

Irish Blessings

2009-07-15T10:44:00.012-04:00

Ireland is a mystical, magical place that beckons her kindred souls. To experience her grace and beauty is to give your soul permission to enfold yourself in loving kindness, and to be truly blessed. A himsa as my yoga teacher Nadia would say.

Having been blessed with visiting many times and once living in Ireland, it is a place and experience I can highly recommend. The one thing better than merely visiting Ireland is to be blessed with a personal tour by one of her native souls.

The Irish are masters at hospitality. There are so many examples of kindness I experienced during my times there that is not possible to list them all.

While writing this message I received belated news of the death of a dear family friend, Fr. Sean Breen. This saddened me greatly, and his passing certainly leaves a great void for me and many others. It has been six years since I'd seen Fr. Sean, and the last time I spoke with him was late last year. I called and spoke with his nephew, Donal, this afternoon to express my sympathies. Donal had just visited one of Fr. Sean's closest friends and the local publican in Naas, Bill McCormack.

In honor of my dear friend and one of the most colorful Irish souls, Fr. Sean Breen, the racing priest of Ireland, here is a blessing to all. And to Fr. Sean, may you be forever young, a part of your Land of Tir na Nog. May your heart and soul live on in the minds of those whose lives you touched by your presence here on Earth. And thank you for the many wonderful tales you leave with us.

"May you always be blessed
with walls for the wind.
A roof for the rain.
A warm cup of tea by the fire.
Laughter to cheer you.
Those you love near you.
And all that your
heart might desire."

Irish Blessing

The Healing Power of Art

2009-07-12T15:54:00.006-04:00

There is so much joy that is brought to us by art, and I love sharing this joy with others. Sharing how to look at an objet d'art and see the meanings, the symbols, the colors; seeing to the very heart of the objects and materials used in architecture, fine and decorative art. And I believe in the spirituality of art, too.

When studying at Sotheby's in London, we were trained to look at objects and discern their backgrounds. In the art world, someone is said to "have an eye", or have a gift for seeing an object for it's true worth. I believe this gift is part of using our Third Eye, part of our spirituality, and that all of us are capable of this skill. It's simply a matter of discernment and grows with practice.

Does art have a "power"? I believe so. Centuries ago, the colors used in paintings were made from powdered minerals and crystals, and other earthly materials, such as malachite and vermillion. These crystals were believed to possess spiritual and healing qualities, which could then influence the viewer's perception according to the vibrations of Divine Inspiration flowing through the artist, and then through his or her artwork.

The painters of the Qi Qong schools understand this concept even today, and simply looking at their artwork is said to aid in healing.

Photographic art, compared to the antique arts of architecture and fine art, is a newer medium, yet I believe it carries the same spiritual qualities as these. When the artist channels the Divinity of an object, a person, or a place, for that brief moment in time the artist's Third Eye is awakened and the Light illuminates the soul. Then this Divine energy, the vibrations of that moment, are transported through the artist, through the camera, to the photograph, then to the viewer.

And so the Lightwork continues!

"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance." Aristotle

The Language of Flowers

2009-07-07T20:00:00.010-04:00

A dear friend presented me with a beautiful gift this weekend.

This gilded frame, resplendent with delicately carved flowers, reminds me of a small Dutch print I once purchased at a local auction house. This print is also housed in a similarly styled frame.

Both frames are from another era - one is Edwardian and the other Victorian.

The Victorians wrote books on the language of flowers. Each flower was given a certain meaning. Today that language is lost on most of us. Like the lost language of symbolism, which appears in almost every aspect of our lives today. And yet again, mostly lost to us.

Centuries ago, artists and their patrons knew these languages. And the languages still exist, mostly in old books which make for fascinating reading.

All of this came to mind while looking through some photographs from a recent trip to Landsford Canal. A fellow photographer and I went to see the world famous rocky shoals spider lilies in full bloom on the Catawba River near the end of May. This state park, only an hour's drive from our state capitol, is home to the largest population of this species of lilies on Earth.

"Man is the seed
Of the unimaginable flower,
By singleness of thought and deed
It may bloom now -- this actual hour."
~ Crowley (A.)

Summer Blessings

2009-07-03T18:28:00.007-04:00

On the eve of the celebration of our country's birthday, here is some enlightening information. The timing of both of these links is exceptional, and even more noteworthy because they both offer free assistance.

The first link is from Carol Tuttle, a very renowned practitioner of EFT, Emotional Freedom Technique. Carol is offering free assistance with resolving financial manifestation issues. Please click on this link. www.lyteveryday.com/cf/

The second link comes from the wonderful metaphysical publishing firm, Sounds True. During the month of July, Sounds True is offering free access to several online discourses from noted experts in their fields, such as Marianne Williamson. Please click on www.maestromonth.com/SoundsTrue

May you and your family and friends be truly blessed with light and love during this Holiday. And thank you to the many souls who sacrificed so that we may enjoy the freedoms we have today.

Celebrating our Earth -- Earth Day, April 22nd 2009

2009-04-22T00:10:00.007-04:00

Today is Earth Day. A time to honor our Mother Earth with our thoughts and prayers, and to spend time outdoors in Nature's bounty.

My Celtic ancestors worshipped in ancient groves. Perhaps you will find a moment today to send blessings to our great planet. If you wait a moment longer, you will feel the love returned to you in abundance.

Enjoy a walk by the Columbia Canal sharing space with the great blue herons. Or meander down one of the many trails through the Congaree National Park and say hello to one of the tallest trees on our planet. Wherever you are today, please take time to feel the ground underneath your feet and embrace the beauty all around you, and be grateful.

For those unable to be outdoors today, here's a walking tour of Thoreau's Walden Pond. www.earthday.net/walkingtour/index.html

"Touch the earth in mindfulness, with joy and concentration. The earth will heal you and you will heal the earth." Thich Nhat Hanh

Empowering and Transforming Times

2009-04-19T19:55:00.010-04:00

Several emails have reached my desk this week with links to the amazing, most uplifting video of Susan Boyle of Great Britain. In her own words, she is a 47-year-old lass who's never been kissed, is out of work, and has spent most of her life taking care of her mother.

Susan appeared recently on the "Britain's Got Talent" television show and in the space of a few minutes, she quite simply challenged everyone's perceptions and viewpoints. In case you have not seen Susan's amazing singing debut, here's the link. www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

These are the times of the awakening dragon. It starts with tuning into our Earth and her energies, and believing in our Divine Self. Empowerment begins with realizing that we are responsible for creating our lives. Taking responsibility for our lives brings empowerment and transformation to ourselves, and to our world around us.

Now for a little inspiration from the webpage of The Parallel Community based in Cornwall, England (http://www.parallelcommunity.com/). Here is a poem on their newsletter page, written by Pamela from Ilfracombe, after a visit to Holsden Down, UK. Thank you Pamela, for brightening our day with your vision!

"Today I stood atop a hill
I asked for guidance
Where could I use my experience?
Where could I be of service?
How could I be connected?

As I stood beside the cairn
High up above the world
A mist crept up from the sea
Silently it enveloped me
I wept for joy
And the powerful beauty
Of sea, sky and rugged moor
I remembered
This is I

Today I stood atop a hill
I asked for guidance
Where could I use my experience?
Where could I be of service?
How could I be connected?

Tonight I re-discovered friends
Dowsers and Doers
A Parallel Community...
It's late; I will sleep and dream tonight
Of connections old and new
My heart will sing
To a song it has always known
And now remembers

My Prayer was Answered"

Thank you, Pamela. Thank you, Susan. For shining your own True Lights and answering our own prayers of remembrance and connection.

From Across the Pond

2008-10-26T21:28:00.007-04:00

Such a beautiful message was sent to me recently by my friends at Grays of Westminster in London (www.graysofwestminster.com) that I am compelled to share it with you. Penned by Gillian Greenwood, it's a brilliant, elegant and touching tribute to my favorite time of year. I feel a special kinship with Grays as I was once a neighbor, living just a few streets away. Walking to classes, I passed by their distinctive doorfront almost daily.

"October is almost at end, and in that brief period before the chilling white frosts of winter, the world is full of colour and motion; in the forests and parks, swathes of leaves spiral downwards, spinning in circles before finally falling to earth, ribbons of bright pigment - emerald green, pitted gold and bronze, beaten copper, crimson and scarlet.

The skies are filled with tumult and movement; here and there a soaring flock of starlings fills the skies with a swirling aerial display, almost as if orchestrated by a higher hand.

Autumn is the time of the artist with his palette, and the photographer with his lens."

Thank you, Gillian, for your inspiration and grace.

Circle of Friendship

2008-10-23T09:45:00.006-04:00

Several years ago when I returned to live in my hometown, I met a beautiful soul named Jen at a yoga class. Our friendship has blossomed and grown over time and Jen is fulfilling her dream of owning her own business in the heart of town. From this little sanctuary named Belladonna's nestled between the local university and the downtown business district, Jen dispenses good cheer and spiritual tidbits on a daily basis.

Like the Celtic circles of my ancestors that symbolize unity and everlasting faith and love, our friendship continues to grow and evolve. Just like our lives.

Here's an invitation to celebrate this Saturday, October 25th, from 10 am - 4 pm with Jen and her circle of friends at Belladonna's Jubilee at the Unitarian Church on Heyward Street in Shandon.

"The whole earth is my altar." Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, mystic and scientist

Living an Empowered Life

2008-07-08T22:11:00.007-04:00

Ten years ago I travelled abroad for the first time in my life. It was my first journey outside my country of birth, and an eye opener.

Seeing my own culture through the eyes of others was, and continues to be, a very good experience.

I remember as I was planning my trip then, I envisioned what it would be like on my journey. I listened to music from that region of the world, to set the mood so to speak. I read guide books, and talked to others who had lived and visited the same areas.

It prepared me, and yet the experience itself was uniquely my own. No other person's experience was quite the same.

Life is like that, n'est pas? We can listen to other people's experiences, and yes there are similarities. For we are all connected, interconnected.

And our own experiences in life are uniquely our own.

So if we are "planning" our life journeys -- creating our ultimate realities, manifesting our destinies -- then why don't we all plan happy, successful ones, filled to the brim and overflowing with love?

Ah, that is the $64,000 question for the day.

We are what we think.

Powerful thoughts for your day --

"There is always reason to be optimistic. Enjoy life!" Dr. James Ephraim Lovelock

"My life is glorious, joyful and self-empowered."

"I am living an empowered life over which I have absolute control."

Faith, Hope and Taking Chances

2008-07-05T19:58:00.006-04:00

Some men search for it all their lives.
Some look a long time, some look a short time.
Some choose not to look for it at all
and thus lose hope and faith in life.

All of us want it, yet some will not take the chance
to find it.
For them, the risk means pain
and that is a price they will not pay.

It finds all that take the chance
to look for it.
Once found, a wise man pays the price to keep it.
For the true kind is the best and the one
worth all the risk.

Once found, it will bring pure joy, add hope, chase away all
doubts and fears, and bring light to the dark.
And it does not ask for a thing.

The warmth it gives can be spread -
a gift to all that will take it, and share it.
It can bond all men as one, if they let it.
It has the strength to end all wars, stop plagues and droughts.

What a shame that all the world does not know it, for it will
share with young and old, rich and poor, black and white.
The risk is so small, and the gain is so great.
Yet some are still blind to its ways.

What a day it will be -
When the whole world finds love.

by Teri Leigh Teed

Independence Day

2008-07-04T15:11:00.007-04:00

Today we celebrate 232 years of independence in America. It is a time for reflection on what is important in our lives -- the freedom to do and be what we wish, and to spend time with the ones we love. And to honor those who have helped to give us and keep that freedom.

We celebrate the gifts that freedom brings to us. And give thanks for that which was penned so eloquently over two centuries ago by Thomas Jefferson in the Declaration of Independence.

"We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness."

The internet blesses us with easy access to so many gifted writers that bestow their loving and caring thoughts through their blogs, emails and other mediums. All of us are conduits for grace, for Spirit.

One of my favorite lightbearers and authors, Kate Nowak, (www.bettertobless.com) sent a beautiful message today that included this thought.

"Imagine a world where everyone is blessed by the presence of everyone else. Just imagine how beautiful such a world would be."

The freedom to create our own realities is what Spirit gifts to each one of us. This is the freedom of our imaginations, our thoughts. And another of my favorite lightbearers/authors has written about this subject. Adrian Cooper continues to bless us with his book, "Our Ultimate Reality" (www.ourultimatereality.com).

Blessings to you and your families and friends on this Fourth of July. May love, peace, happiness and joy fill and surround you all.

Pax et Bonum

2008-06-15T22:34:00.009-04:00

I was remembering today about visits to my paternal grandmother, Nana. When my cousins and I were children, we were always excited about waking up each morning at Nana's house because she had a fairy tree in the woods.

This famous fairy tree was, and still is, a lovely dogwood tree with a hollowed out place where the tree trunk split early in its life. Every morning when we were visiting with Nana, we would hurry excitedly out to the fairy tree to see what presents the fairy left the night before while we slept.

What a magical thing to imprint on the mind of children! Roaming the woods near Nana's home, it was a safe place, a happy place. Here we could commune with Nature. I'm so grateful for that magic she brought into our lives.

A few months ago, a friend gave me a garden fairy figure that now graces my living room. A collection of flower fairies prints compliments it.

Today, I still enjoy my times in Nature. Watching the birds and squirrels frolic in my garden each day, and taking walks in the Congaree Swamp or along the Columbia Canal, brings me much peace and happiness.

St. Francis used the words "Pax et Bonum", "Peace and Goodness", in his writings. Small wonder that I find such comfort in the words of St. Francis, renowned for his love of Nature and the animal kingdom.

On that note, I'll leave you with a small present from St. Bernard. And all our friends in Nature.

"You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters."

St. Bernard (Bernard of Clairvaux) - Epistle, French Abbot and Saint

Bridled Glory for Eight Belles

2008-05-06T13:15:00.006-04:00

Last week I sent an email to a friend and former client who works in New York City. I asked Rich for his permission to post one of his poems.

When I was working at Churchill Downs, Rich was one of my clients who purchased tickets to the Kentucky Derby. Now he's a racehorse owner in his own right, and doing very well.

Little did I know what this past weekend would bring. My Mom and I were set to attend the Kentucky Derby, and those plans were changed at the last minute. I'm glad we did not go this year as the brave filly, Eight Belles, raced the last time in her young life.

Many heroes die young on this Earth.

For some reason, the poem by John Donne, "For Whom the Bell Tolls", came to my mind today. In Donne's poem, which was taken from a passage in his 1624 Meditation 17, from Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, he writes "no man is an island entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent.... each man's death diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind."

Life here on Earth is about change -- death and rebirth, chaos and peace. Eight Belles' passing is sad, and she is missed. I send her and all her connections peace and love.

In honor of Eight Belles, here is Rich Ciarletta's "Bridled Glory". It seems a very fitting tribute, indeed.

"Bridled Glory"

O' what gift we have received that only God could have perceived.
Atop a power which lives through time:
Behind a flaming mane that yearns to fly,
And rippled legs that churn on High.
Do we know the power which we have harnessed.
Does it know, itself, the legend it possesses??
Of these I am not sure, though I am certain
That we have been given a gift from Heaven.

Rich Ciarletta

Springtime in my Garden

2008-04-13T14:54:00.012-04:00

"The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden,
Than anywhere else on earth."
~ Dorothy Frances Gurney

It's springtime in the South, and sitting in my Charleston style garden is a glorious experience. The sun is shining brightly today, and there's a gentle, cool breeze.

All is right with the world.

Sipping a cup of tea and admiring Nature's splendor and abundance inspires happiness.

Everything is green and verdant and the birds awaken me each morning with their enchanting melodies. It's the time of year that brings hope to everyone.

Mother Earth is changing her robes and revealing the lively colors of her character. Perhaps you, too, feel the livelier side of your character!

I've had the opportunity to travel quite a bit lately, and it's a joy to relax on this Sunday afternoon and give thanks.

Thanking our Creator for this heavenly day, and sending peace and love to you all.

May the good fairies inhabit your garden, and may joy and happiness reign in your life.

"I remember that all through history, the way of truth and love has always won; there have been tyrants... and for a time they seem invincible, but in the end they always fall." Mahatma Gandhi

Healing Springs

2008-02-13T16:47:00.007-05:00

While walking along life's path, I had the good fortune to visit and photograph an ancient Native American site, Healing Springs, in my home state of South Carolina.

This tranquil event started a smoldering fire of ideas, a serendipitous occasion coming on the heels of recently completing a Reiki I course, and led me to assemble my photographic art of treasured places collected during my life's travels. Hence, the start of a new venture, photographic art, and new photographic art is being added as my life journey continues.

I have always had a fascination for vintage cameras and films, so moving into photography seems a natural progression of my career from the corporate world to the art world, in essence a full circle for me. As a child, art came naturally to me through drawing, painting, writing, and needlework. Moving to London several years ago to study decorative and fine art and historic architecture at Sotheby's and the University of Buckingham, and living and traveling in other parts of Europe, reconnected me to that creative passion which had long since become an ember.

It is my profound belief that there are many mystical places on our wonderful planet that possess the power to heal, to reconnect us to our right balance physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Sometimes the seemingly ordinary, seen in detail or in a different light, can open us to the possibilities that surround us. We need only to open our hearts and minds and our eyes will find them.

My sincere hope is that my personal artworks, written and photographic, will help you find your own inner peace, and perhaps bring a remembrance of who you are.

Journeys of Hope

2008-01-25T20:30:00.003-05:00

The Roman statesman and orator Cicero has been credited with a phrase familiar to my fellow South Carolinians. "Dum Spiro Spero", which translates "while I breathe, I hope", is our state motto. It is also the motto of numerous families, the Scottish clan McLennan, the village of St. Andrews in Scotland, and the once Kingdom of Sarawak.

That three-word phrase has literally travelled the world countless times. Obviously, it has inspired many, as can be seen by its adoption by the governments and families that have created crests and seals to immortalize the thought.

Emily Dickinson wrote of hope. She said, "Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all." She and Cicero, although separated by many centuries, shared a great love of correspondence between friends. And hope.

Dickinson also shared a kindred spirit with Emily Bronte, a fellow reclusive and student of Shakespeare. Hope, in the form of one of Bronte's poems, lived on even at Dickinson's own funeral. The poem she personally selected to be read at her memorial service was "No Coward Soul is Mine".

May you be inspired by hope, today and always. Dream your dreams, reach for the stars, and live in hope and happiness.

"No Coward Soul is Mine" (excerpt)

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear."

Emily Bronte (1818-1849)

The Hidden Meaning of Snowflakes

2008-01-17T23:11:00.001-05:00

Last night a remarkable thing happened in my hometown. It snowed! Filled with childlike wonder, I stepped outside into my garden and stood in the freezing dark, watching the large, goose feather sized snowflakes dancing in their downward waltz, illuminated by the lamp posts on my street.

Memories of making snow angels in my youth came rushing back to me. Everything seemed so much quieter and peaceful. Snow falling can bring that happiness to us.

Back inside my home, I sipped on a large cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows, and a painting by Pieter Bruegel, the great Flemish genre painter, came to mind -- "Winter Landscape with a Bird Trap". In this scene, peasants ice skate and frolic on the frozen pond. Like the artwork of fellow artists of his generation, and generations before and after him, his paintings had hidden meanings which were revealed to the viewer if they took the time to look for them.

Centuries before us, students were taught stories from classical history, mythology, and the Bible. Symbolism was also an important subject. Painters like Rembrandt, Titian, and Botticelli recreated these stories and symbols on canvas. Each artist brings their own interpretation to their work, and a unique perspective to our world.

Divine inspiration takes it shape in many forms: a sculpture, a painting, an architectural element, a poem or story, a photograph, a song.

Of all the gifts we have been given, the greatest one lies within each and everyone of us. And that is the gift of our Higher Self. Self realization, the awakening of our Higher Self, is our gift to Spirit, and to our world.

A Master in the Making

2008-01-11T20:34:00.001-05:00

With probably the best collection of French furniture, paintings, and Sevres porcelain outside of the Louvre, the Wallace Collection in London is a treasure to see. Most of the lectures for my master's degree program were held here. Located on Manchester Square in the former family home of the Marquesses of Hertford, it's probably also the only house where a Titian used to hang in the owner's bathroom. It's the intimate setting that enhances the experience of seeing history, and works of art by masters in their craft.

Lessons learned from serving in apprenticeships are lovingly detailed in the Boulle work of a wardrobe, the intricate marquetry and mechanical genius of a secretaire by Riesener, and painted scenes of courtly life on a porcelain inkstand.

What one does not see in this museum are the hundreds of mistakes that were made by each of these artists before they reached their heights of perfection. Like Thomas Edison, each artist kept growing through personal trials and errors as they continually attempted to reach their goals. Guided by a master, these artists only became a master in their own right when they had received approval from their own master and guild.

The mistakes helped create the masterpieces we now see in this collection. Which is really what happens with each of us, isn't it? Each soul having a human experience, creating our own masterpieces with our lives. We are all works of art in the making.

Which reminds me of a quote from the poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley (1849-1903).

"I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul."

May you live your life as the master of your fate, and create all the happiness you deserve.

London on My Mind

2008-01-10T20:23:00.001-05:00

London holds a special place in my heart. I was once privileged to be one of the fortunate seven million plus souls who inhabit this historic and cosmopolitan city. My flat was within earshot of Big Ben, and looking out my living room window across St. George's square, I could see the inland sea waters of the River Thames.

The two years I spent in Albion, as England is known, were a whirlwind of academic and personal learning times. Returning to a university setting after twenty years of corporate life was a challenge in itself. Moving to London on my own was another. I cherish every moment of those learning experiences, and am grateful for that portion of my life journey.

In the immortal words of Samuel Johnson, "When a man tires of London, he tires of life". I shall never tire of London, or dear Albion.

Creating Circumstances

2008-01-07T12:54:00.001-05:00

Art is all about creating. And so are our lives.

Recently I received a message suggesting a book from the previous century. The book is entitled "Consciously Creating Circumstances" by George Wins Plummer. Inside this delightful book is a reference to a poem by John Burroughs (1837-1921). Burroughs was a nature essayist, a close friend of Walt Whitman, and studied William Wordsworth and Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Happy New Year , and may this be a year of wonderful creations for you. For your enjoyment, here is the complete version of Mr. Burroughs' poem, "Waiting".

"Serene I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo, my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays;
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine, shall know my face.

The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave comes to the sea;
Nor time, nor space, or deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me."

Serendipity

2007-09-23T20:39:00.001-04:00

Serendipity is a delicious word coined by Horace Walpole in 18th century England. And it's a word I live by.

I first learned of the curious history of this word while attending an art lecture at the University of Buckingham in London. Nowadays, one can "google" it and find the whole story in Wikipedia.

Taken from the title of the book "The Three Princes of Serendip", an old Persian fairy tale, it means the fortuitous art of accidentally finding something wonderful while looking for something else.

Somehow, this word strikes a chord with me. Perhaps it's the Persian origin. Or maybe it's the fact that Serendip is the name of the island now known as Sri Lanka. The Oriental connection and my own love of antiques from that part of the world speaks to me.

Perhaps serendipity speaks to you, too. May it bring you delightful new opportunities, even when you aren't looking for them.